Entry tags:
tidying/decluttering/ writing snippet, "The Big Easy"
written sometime....1988/19/90 in there ish. I am cleaning my work/computer/craft room and trying to get rid of stuff.
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Nikki stood in the moonwalk, staring out into the night. The air and water were filthy, but with the warmth of the bourbon filling her, it didn't seem to matter. The polluted air held the last light, and made it look lavender. The greasy water of the Mississippi looked like black patent leather. What was amazing was how little any of it mattered. The jumble of grey rocks below her, the melody of a lone saxophone somewhere down the walk, the low call of the flat river barges, none of it mattered. Goddamn it, this should be making me feel something, she thought.
But it was over. She and Theo had been together here, sharing muffalettas and laughing. Now he was gone, and nothing was magic anymore.
"Who the hell needs it?" she muttered, tossing the last of her mint julep into a garbage can. The river stank, the humidity was killing her, and she had a deadline.
And here's the worst part, she thought to herself, conversationally, as if she was just mentioning the whole fiasco to a friend, the worst part, is that he let me down so easy, I don't even know when he stopped loving me. He let me down so easy, I didn't even know I was falling.
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Nikki stood in the moonwalk, staring out into the night. The air and water were filthy, but with the warmth of the bourbon filling her, it didn't seem to matter. The polluted air held the last light, and made it look lavender. The greasy water of the Mississippi looked like black patent leather. What was amazing was how little any of it mattered. The jumble of grey rocks below her, the melody of a lone saxophone somewhere down the walk, the low call of the flat river barges, none of it mattered. Goddamn it, this should be making me feel something, she thought.
But it was over. She and Theo had been together here, sharing muffalettas and laughing. Now he was gone, and nothing was magic anymore.
"Who the hell needs it?" she muttered, tossing the last of her mint julep into a garbage can. The river stank, the humidity was killing her, and she had a deadline.
And here's the worst part, she thought to herself, conversationally, as if she was just mentioning the whole fiasco to a friend, the worst part, is that he let me down so easy, I don't even know when he stopped loving me. He let me down so easy, I didn't even know I was falling.
